❝Mr.Styles will now see you.❞ Published: March 15, 2016

The day after my fifteenth birthday we moved to south Florida to live with my Moms new husband. Let's just say I was not prepared for what was going to happen. Disclaimer: involves eating disorder, self harm and some language. @-yelllow

Her lips were delicate and virtous, yet so nefarious, drawing him deeper into what he had already fell into. Her innocence was like an intoxicating drug to him, wanting nothing more but to feel the high of it all. His sinful ways were an addiction to her, wanting him to corrupt her ethical mind and send her into euphoria. Two divergent minds, had somehow integrated into a deviant and such a demurring narcotisation. [highest ranking - #46 in fanfiction]

He had many pets, but she was his favorite. [On hold for a long while]

"One more thing" "What is it?" "Call me daddy"

"my baby wears ysl but his heart is pure versace." jourdan dunn & harry styles || au [highest ranking: #898 in fanfiction]

"I licked it, so its mine" xxx ----------------------------------- warning: first few chapters are a bit rough, but it gets better (:

Highest Rank: #3 in Fanfiction! :D Ellie is a bright and bubbly, yet dedicated new nurse in the Emergency Department at Chicago Medical Institute. Dr. Harry Styles, meticulous, hardworking, and driven, is the head of the department. Ellie's little quirks rub him the wrong way, and the doctor's critical nature drives her mad. Their very different personalities will clash and mesh, but maybe they'll be just what the other one needs. Cover art by Kris @hazstylestrash (Twitter) - Used with permission

Lauryn is a nieve girl, with her skater skirts and knee socks. At only 16 years old she doesn't know what the world holds, the people it holds, the crazy things it holds. When her life is flipped up side down by her insane and might I add attractive stalker what happens? AU Harry (+1D)

"I loved the way she was so delicate and kind. So innocent. I loved her and she loved me. She was my little flower, my flower girl." I mumbled, my voice loud enough to hear my words. "How do you know she loved you, Mr.Styles?" the woman asked, her glasses pushed up to the bridge of her nose. "She just does, I know she does. She's mine, she'll always be mine, okay?" I said trying to keep my temper under control. "I understand your feelings sir, but please understand that she doesn't-" "DON'T FUCKING TALK TO ME ABOUT MY PRINCESS. HOW THE SHIT WOULD YOU KNOW, YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT WE HAD. SHE LOVES ME!" "I think we're done here, Mr.Styles." She closed her book and looked to the one-way mirror, nodding sternly. "I know she's standing behind that mirror. I know she's watching me." I said looking straight at the mirror knowing my baby girl was watching me. "I love you baby girl, remember that? You will always be mine and I'll always find you."